What I plant every year
The flowers and herbs I choose because I truly love them.
In season
The garden gives me beauty, work for my hands, and proof that a quiet season is not the same as an ending.

I cannot hurry a garden. I can only pay attention, do what the season asks, and trust that something will return.
In my own words
I like a garden with structure, but not obedience. Roses may spill over, herbs may seed where they please, and something useful can grow beside something beautiful. Perhaps that is why I feel at home there: care matters, control only goes so far, and beginning again is part of the arrangement.
The flowers and herbs I choose because I truly love them.
How the outside world changes the feeling of my home.
What the garden has taught me about rest and return.
A letter, occasionally
What I am noticing, making, questioning, and learning. I will write when there is something honest to share.